Through a quick window things fly

in and out without telling you what

they are about. From a distance it is

fun, but nearer it’s to close to the sun.

Like a newsagent getting urgent to

catch and run the window is

there and things are fun again.

When you are chasing bugs among

coffee mugs there is a relieving message.

If there was a thief there would not be

a breath of air. Where the quick window

is the wind kissed.